2 In that day sing ye unto the vineyard of the red wine.
3 I the Lord do keep it; I will water it every moment: lest the enemy visit it, I will keep it night and day.
4 Fury is not in me: who would set the briers and thorns against me in battle? I would tread them down, I would burn them together.
5 Or who shall take hold of my strength? Make peace with me, yea, make peace with me.
6 Days shall come when Jacob shall take root: Israel shall blossom and bud, and the face of the world shall be filled with fruit.
7 Has he been smitten as he who smote him? or has he been slain as those who slew him?
8 In measure, she shall be chastised in her stalks: he stays his rough wind in the day of the east wind.